A letter to my love, because you are the most important person in my life.
I've known you for a long time, but I only really started carrying about you and seeing you for who you are a little over 12 years ago. In the mean time, you were always amazing. If I could sum up in a few words our relationship over those years it would be something like this:
2004/2005- discovery
2006- passion and purpose
2007/2008- time and people (the most valuable gifts one can ever receive)
2009- 2011- a descending position in our relationship we're I created a constantly bigger gap between us.
2012- rescue
2013- pain (losing Luz) restoration of purpose, wedding proposal
2014- joy (meeting IBREM and going to China)
2015/2016- tough, but with great rewards!
Honey, I just want you to known that I'm still in love with the sound of your voice, and your choice of words on how to respond to me or to however comes across you. I love hearing fresh stories about what you are doing and saying, and your voice never gets dull.
I love it that are always sweet. I love it that your sweetness may even hide behind tribulation or rough words, but it's always there waiting to be found. I love it that you don't need me, but you still WANT me, still miss me and desire me in ways that make my heart skip a beat, and my mind go crazy trying to fit the infiniteness of your love into the small box that is reason.
I love it that you don't let me stay down for to long. You either wake me up out of my depression, or encourage me with your love and hope that bring me joy. I can't be with you in fact and remain frustrated, sad or mad. You take it all off with just a few words from your precious lips.
It's your birthday, and I just wanted to tell you that you are the source of my joy and you are the joy itself, the reason I'm alive today, the one I can't live without.
This year I wish for you, that your dreams of seeing lives impacted through the people you chose and love may come true. That the plans you made may succeed without great defiance or issues to interfere. That you may see the joy of those you so eagerly wish see, and that those that surround you may learn to rejoice with you, and cry with whatever hurts you. That this year, people may see you for who are, fall in love with you and define closer to bigger relationships with you.
Plus, you're absolutely beautiful, and I love you dearly.
Your love and anxiously awaiting bride,
Joy.
sábado, dezembro 24, 2016
terça-feira, dezembro 20, 2016
The "L" is there.
A drop of rain on my forehead and another on my lower lip
The"L" is silent, but it's there.
A beam of sunlight through the many trees and shown in clay dust just lifted
The "L" is silent, but it's there.
The unexpected watch on my wrist and ring on my left hand.
The "L" is silent, but it's there.
The"L" is silent, but it's there.
A beam of sunlight through the many trees and shown in clay dust just lifted
The "L" is silent, but it's there.
The unexpected watch on my wrist and ring on my left hand.
The "L" is silent, but it's there.
ONE, KEEPERS, PUC, F&G, EC&A,
The "L" is silent, but it's there.
The long awaited man sitting beside me, with his hand in hair and my back rested on his chest.
The "L" is silent, but it's there.
In all that I receive, and in all that I give
The "L" is silent, but it's there.
In all that I can see, and in all my body is capable of doing,
There "L" is silent, but it's there.
In all that I'm a part of, in all that I'm included in, and in all that I include
There "L" is silent, but it's there.
In all the places I've visited and will visit, and in all the things I've done and will do.
The "L" is silent, but it's there.
In all the people I've met, and in all those inside my heart
The "L" is silent, but it's there.
The king of my heart is seen in all these and in much more.
The Life I breathe is only possible, bearable, and magnificent because of Him
My "Love" is sometimes silent, but is always there.
The "L" is silent, but it's there.
The long awaited man sitting beside me, with his hand in hair and my back rested on his chest.
The "L" is silent, but it's there.
In all that I receive, and in all that I give
The "L" is silent, but it's there.
In all that I can see, and in all my body is capable of doing,
There "L" is silent, but it's there.
In all that I'm a part of, in all that I'm included in, and in all that I include
There "L" is silent, but it's there.
In all the places I've visited and will visit, and in all the things I've done and will do.
The "L" is silent, but it's there.
In all the people I've met, and in all those inside my heart
The "L" is silent, but it's there.
The king of my heart is seen in all these and in much more.
The Life I breathe is only possible, bearable, and magnificent because of Him
My "Love" is sometimes silent, but is always there.
domingo, dezembro 18, 2016
Live or dream?
How many times a day
did you think about me?
How many breaths of mine
Did your mind see?
When I opened my eyes
Where you there?
When I thoughtfully sat
On a chair?
When I laughed, when I cried, when I smiled
Where your eyes fixed on me all the while?
What did it mean to you
When I left?
Or when I told you my problems
And wept?
Did you plan out the ways
you could see me,
And foresee all the ways
to come near me?
Count the days that you lost
While you drowned in thoughts
And the moments I smiled
Like the happiest child - And weigh them.
Who won?
quinta-feira, dezembro 15, 2016
Richard
(the idea is to write the phases of a relationship as they go, numbering them according to the semesters in which they take place)
1.
Will you do me a favor?
Stop!..a minute, let me think.
Is this really what I want?
Corner eye, I see you blink.
I take a breath, you take the test;
I lay my hands upon your chest.
You close your eyes, but you say "no"
Tangled on the same knot that keeps my secret from bursting:
"I love you so!"... and yet while a secret
I have room to question... "do I?"
2.
Will you do me a favor?
Next time you touch me
Do the following
-It'll help decide
Should we keep going.-
Not yet a poem about who you are
Still just a poem about how I feel
Your heart is seen,
Mine skips a beat;
Your body seen
Mine shivers.
If you come close to take my hair
and, ever gently, push it back
Please make sure that while you stare,
your skin touches mine back.
How to describe such beauty seen?
It's in your heart, your eyes,
It's in your genes!
1.
Will you do me a favor?
Stop!..a minute, let me think.
Is this really what I want?
Corner eye, I see you blink.
I take a breath, you take the test;
I lay my hands upon your chest.
You close your eyes, but you say "no"
Tangled on the same knot that keeps my secret from bursting:
"I love you so!"... and yet while a secret
I have room to question... "do I?"
2.
Will you do me a favor?
Next time you touch me
Do the following
-It'll help decide
Should we keep going.-
Not yet a poem about who you are
Still just a poem about how I feel
Your heart is seen,
Mine skips a beat;
Your body seen
Mine shivers.
If you come close to take my hair
and, ever gently, push it back
Please make sure that while you stare,
your skin touches mine back.
How to describe such beauty seen?
It's in your heart, your eyes,
It's in your genes!
The most Beautiful man I've ever seen
I paint in dream
From head to toe
My God I've seen
I wish, I know!
The perfect being
No greater glow
He looks, he leans
He's won my soul.
terça-feira, setembro 27, 2016
To get inspired 1: Music
PREPARE:
1. Sit back on a warm comfortable chair, with some hot chocolate or some açaí on a table close by, as far as the reaching out of a hand, and make a playlist.
2. Choose your songs wisely. Make sure you have a good variety and don't limit yourself to what you like to hear.
3. Get a pen and paper, and leave a recorder ready for use.
BEGIN:
1. Close your eyes, or not, and sink into what your listening to. Don't let anything pass, not even the out side noise. If it bugs you, write it. If it doesn't, write it. If it moves you, write it. If it doesn't, write it.
2. Don't explain to much. Focus on a creative description.
3. Including memories is a good idea. Just as good as including memories you never had. Imagine stories, possibilities based on what you feel, see, hear or even smell.
CONCLUDE:
1. Wipe your tears, let go of your anger, get your head back from the clouds and remember that past is past, and possibilities are future or imagination.
2. Scribble out. Filter your final project. Test it with a close hearer. Listen to feedback and, when appropriate, take it.
3. Print it, sell it, post it and let it out..
4. Start over, forever.
1. Sit back on a warm comfortable chair, with some hot chocolate or some açaí on a table close by, as far as the reaching out of a hand, and make a playlist.
2. Choose your songs wisely. Make sure you have a good variety and don't limit yourself to what you like to hear.
3. Get a pen and paper, and leave a recorder ready for use.
BEGIN:
1. Close your eyes, or not, and sink into what your listening to. Don't let anything pass, not even the out side noise. If it bugs you, write it. If it doesn't, write it. If it moves you, write it. If it doesn't, write it.
2. Don't explain to much. Focus on a creative description.
3. Including memories is a good idea. Just as good as including memories you never had. Imagine stories, possibilities based on what you feel, see, hear or even smell.
CONCLUDE:
1. Wipe your tears, let go of your anger, get your head back from the clouds and remember that past is past, and possibilities are future or imagination.
2. Scribble out. Filter your final project. Test it with a close hearer. Listen to feedback and, when appropriate, take it.
3. Print it, sell it, post it and let it out..
4. Start over, forever.
quarta-feira, agosto 24, 2016
Temporary work
Day 1? Have fun!
Day 2? Be cool!
Day 3? Tehee!
Day 4? Hit the floor!
Day 5? Want a ride..😃?
Day 6? Feeling sick.
Day 7? Sunday- heaven!
Day 8? Running late.
Day 9? I'm still fine
Day 10? Need a pen?
11? Take 7.
Day 12? By myself
13? Unseen.
14? Feeling green.
15? Almost out...
16? Twist and shout!
16 ups and downs,
mostly trapped in a den,
But for all that it's worth,
when can we go again?
Day 2? Be cool!
Day 3? Tehee!
Day 4? Hit the floor!
Day 5? Want a ride..😃?
Day 6? Feeling sick.
Day 7? Sunday- heaven!
Day 8? Running late.
Day 9? I'm still fine
Day 10? Need a pen?
11? Take 7.
Day 12? By myself
13? Unseen.
14? Feeling green.
15? Almost out...
16? Twist and shout!
16 ups and downs,
mostly trapped in a den,
But for all that it's worth,
when can we go again?
terça-feira, março 01, 2016
Na foto da escola.
Era uma vez o sol se demorava
E a lua era apressada
Era uma vez gotas rolavam pela capa do corpo
E íris e pupila de mãos dadas não desgrudavam do portão
Era uma vez odiei o meu cabelo
Um cobetor corpóreo me envolveu e me fez esquecer
Era uma vez escolheu a cor das folhas
E me disseram ser porque era a que eu usava
Era uma vez alisei o cabelo;
Uma encarada, fui grandemente recompensada.
Era uma vez eu queria que meu coração pulasse de dentro do peito
- para te entregá-lo -
E os arrepios corriam soltos.
Era uma vez uma lembrança doce,
Alcançável apenas ao subir de um degrau.
Mas...
medo + confusão = distância
E...
Distância + tempo = saudade.
Esbarrei com ele na rua hoje...
Era uma vez, tudo outra vez.
E a lua era apressada
Era uma vez gotas rolavam pela capa do corpo
E íris e pupila de mãos dadas não desgrudavam do portão
Era uma vez odiei o meu cabelo
Um cobetor corpóreo me envolveu e me fez esquecer
Era uma vez escolheu a cor das folhas
E me disseram ser porque era a que eu usava
Era uma vez alisei o cabelo;
Uma encarada, fui grandemente recompensada.
Era uma vez eu queria que meu coração pulasse de dentro do peito
- para te entregá-lo -
E os arrepios corriam soltos.
Era uma vez uma lembrança doce,
Alcançável apenas ao subir de um degrau.
Mas...
medo + confusão = distância
E...
Distância + tempo = saudade.
Esbarrei com ele na rua hoje...
Era uma vez, tudo outra vez.
quinta-feira, janeiro 21, 2016
O Ronco
Relinchar, ronronar, riso do rapaz sapeca.
Sábado, cedo, sábio sabiá sussurra saudade.
Relva roxa se rasga, ruge sacode;
Savana de Soraia é sexy mais sensível em excesso.
Recordo que remetia a rinoceronte reagindo!
Sem tempo, salgada, salpicada e de salto,
Ríspida, roía o romance, o rótulo.
Senti surgir sinistro sintoma;
Respeito rarefeito refeito sem rumo - ato repetido.
Num salto, suado, sacudo e acordo.
. . .
Quem antes dormia Sonhava;
Quem agora dorme, só Ronca.
Sábado, cedo, sábio sabiá sussurra saudade.
Relva roxa se rasga, ruge sacode;
Savana de Soraia é sexy mais sensível em excesso.
Recordo que remetia a rinoceronte reagindo!
Sem tempo, salgada, salpicada e de salto,
Ríspida, roía o romance, o rótulo.
Senti surgir sinistro sintoma;
Respeito rarefeito refeito sem rumo - ato repetido.
Num salto, suado, sacudo e acordo.
. . .
Quem antes dormia Sonhava;
Quem agora dorme, só Ronca.
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